Flying Falling

September 2, 2012
By , Lexington, MA
Sometimes in my dreams I fly high
But I always wake up in the depths of despairs
How black, How bleak
Why am I here
How do I bring myself to live
It's as impossible as smelling a black rose
Neither one will ever happen
My face always smiles but my eyes haven't in years
For me the end of the tunnel is darker than the night
I guess what I'm asking is
Should I keep falling or just lay still

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